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Magical Soul · 07-02-2020, 06:00 AM

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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch

Laurel sat at her desk in her own egg shaped pod in the hall of prophecy, furrowing her brows at a collection of new prophecies that she needed to examine and evaluate before she stored them in their orbs and placed them on shelves. It was delicate and time consuming work. In 10 minutes or so the blond seer and prophecy maven had an appointment to meet a potential seer who needed counseling or even was there for their trial. The receptionist had been a bit fuzzy on that fact as well as on the man's name, had it been Lucian or Luther or Luke even? Hopefully Laurel was going to meet someone that was a true seer believer in learning like herself and not a fake.

Luther was still in his first month in the ministry. It was just as exciting and vibrant as he thought it would be, if not more. His department was full of magic and wonder. He failed to compare it to any muggle jobs out there, and heavens know he tried a couple before applying here. The only downside to getting a great job in a great place is having your distant cousin be with you in the same body--no, the same bloody department. He literally could see him every day if this rotation room wasn't so well, uhh, crafted to scatter everyone in their own bubble of mystery.

He didn't really have any pressing issues at work yet during those first few weeks, so he took to venturing around and exploring other rooms. The ones he knew of and assumed he wouldn't be sacked off the bat if he entered. This made the Hall of Prophecy the first destination of today's venturing. Luther stepped into the door to what could be described as the inner space of a dragon egg. He aimlessly walked in the chamber with the egg offices, laying eyes on a lady behind her desk. "Hello, good morning, I'm sorry is this the Hall of Prophecy?" It definitely didn't look like one ~~yet~~.

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Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,517 x6	Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Quote: Originally Posted by Nordic Witch Laurel sat at her desk in her own egg shaped pod in the hall of prophecy, furrowing her brows at a collection of new prophecies that she needed to examine and evaluate before she stored them in their orbs and placed them on shelves. It was delicate and time consuming work. In 10 minutes or so the blond seer and prophecy maven had an appointment to meet a potential seer who needed counseling or even was there for their trial. The receptionist had been a bit fuzzy on that fact as well as on the man's name, had it been Lucian or Luther or Luke even? Hopefully Laurel was going to meet someone that was a true seer believer in learning like herself and not a fake. Luther was still in his first month in the ministry. It was just as exciting and vibrant as he thought it would be, if not more. His department was full of magic and wonder. He failed to compare it to any muggle jobs out there, and heavens know he tried a couple before applying here. The only downside to getting a great job in a great place is having your distant cousin be with you in the same body--no, the same bloody department. He literally could see him every day if this rotation room wasn't so well, uhh, crafted to scatter everyone in their own bubble of mystery. He didn't really have any pressing issues at work yet during those first few weeks, so he took to venturing around and exploring other rooms. The ones he knew of and assumed he wouldn't be sacked off the bat if he entered. This made the Hall of Prophecy the first destination of today's venturing. Luther stepped into the door to what could be described as the inner space of a dragon egg. He aimlessly walked in the chamber with the egg offices, laying eyes on a lady behind her desk. "Hello, good morning, I'm sorry is this the Hall of Prophecy?" It definitely didn't look like one ~~yet~~.